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Shit. I-I'm so sorry.

Not a problem.

Are you the dudes that
are gonna ask me, like,

a whole bunch of questions?

We are, indeed...

those dudes.

Shit, I-I'm really sorry,

but you guys just
came out of nowhere.

No apologies necessary.

Just good to see
you're having fun.

Kind of earned it.

Don't you think?

Jeez!

Aah! Please make it stop!

Come here. I got you.

I used to think thunderstorms
were, like, majestic.

That still your take?

No.

All right! Come on!

Everybody, grab an end!
Get under!

Leah, come on.

Grab an end!

Aah!

- How's your ankle?
- Better, I think.

It's just... it's so itchy.

- My leg is kind of itchy, too.
- Yeah, mine too.

Shit. Sand fleas.

- Sand what?
- Sand fleas!

Well, they're not
really, like, fleas.

They're more like
tiny little shrimp.

No.

They're not lethal.
They're just annoying.

Once the rain stops, we
can just go scrub them off,

you know, before they
get a chance to burrow.

Aah!

Fuck my life!

Sriracha mayonnaise.

Pretty good.

Growing up, we only had

two kind of condiments
in my house...

the red and the yellow, so,
you know, this is grade A.

Look, the last thing
that I want to do

is sound patronizing,

but I do feel compelled
to remind you to chew.

So, this, this--this rainstorm,

this was day three, then?

Yep, and, you know, it kind
of sunk in at that point

that our food
situation was for shit,

just crap from the plane...

tiny little sandwiches,
lots of bags of nuts.

That must've been discouraging.

Yeah, morale was low.

Well, maybe not low,
more like "hangry."

- Whoo!
- Wow.

Can I get another one of those?

And, if it's not
too much trouble,

some of those
little blue crab...

Blue crab sushi from Hinata
drizzled in ponzu sauce,

with just the lightest touch,

just a kiss of wasabi.

I just want some Indian tacos,
the way mom makes them...

with black beans and Velveeta.

I would destroy some
Velveeta right now.

Like, I would just house it
straight from the packet.

I'm thinking Cheesecake Factory.

Four-cheese pasta,
fresh brown bread.

Okay, The Cheesecake
Factory is grotesque.

Grotesque?

I'm just saying, The
Cheesecake Factory

is a mall restaurant
for mall people.

No judgment.

What is a mall person?

And why do you say it
all derogatory like?

Dottie, what is that?

Wet wood gets us black
smoke, gets us a signal fire.

Probably a good idea
to keep it going

during the day.

And, guys, you know,

I was pretty slack on this
yesterday, and it cost us.

We got to get real
about shelter.

If we all, you know, pitch
in, grab the materi...

Yes, lady in the leopard?

That sounds really
unappealing, and I'm exhausted,

and there's rescue coming.

So, for those reasons, I'm out.

Just because you shot
me down Shark Tank style

doesn't make me
any less annoyed.

We got to bounce before we
get roped in this bullshit.

Yeah, no kidding.
Ready when you are.

All right. Nora, you coming?

Um, I-I mean, if you want me to.

Yeah, why not?

Nora's a good swimmer.
You're both water babies.

Hey, where y'all going?

We're swimming out
to the wreckage,

see if we can find
anything useful.

All right, just real quick,

what do you guys think
about building a shelter?

Not interested in
laying down roots!

Au revoir!

Dot, where are you going?

If we're not building shelter,

I'm at least gonna
look for a cave

or some kind of big rock
that we can duck under...

because believe it or not, the
elements don't fuck around,

and neither should we.

I'm sorry.
Let's, um, let's go back for a moment.

The three young women who were
swimming towards the plane,

what was their plan exactly?

To hunt for the fuselage

and maybe find some
means of communication?

Yep. Basically.

That's incredibly ambitious.

Yeah, well, that's
Rachel for you.

Did it bother you, her approach?

Are you kidding?
I was fucking impressed.

That whole "shoot for
the moon" thing...

not exactly my M.O.

My vibe was more like...

one foot in front of the other.

So bet we're gonna be
big news back home.

Guess so.

I really hope they don't
use our yearbook photos,

because mine have
not been flattering.

And they'd have to use
yours from freshman year,

considering you've
been "not pictured"

two years in a row.

Strange thing to be
keeping track of.

Well, I co-edit the yearbook,

and the "not pictured"
spaces are an eyesore,

so, yes, I keep track.

Did you come along
just to shame me

for missing picture day?

I came because of
the buddy system,

and I just think it's a shame

that we don't know
each other better,

being from the
same town and all.

We haven't really crossed paths
since eighth-grade Spanish,

have we?

And before then, what?
Youth soccer?

Yeah, well, I guess our
circles just don't overlap.

FYI, your dad was the
best soccer coach.

I remember every time we'd
win, he'd run onto the field

and play air guitar, and we'd
all just join in with him.

I heard, by the way, that
he was, you know, sick.

We don't have to
do this, you know.

I'm sorry, do what?

Go all Breakfast
Club on each other,

peel back the layers.

As far as I'm concerned,

you can go on thinking I'm
the "not pictured" girl,

and I can go on thinking
about you not at all.

You think enough about me to
talk trash about my boyfriend

to a bunch of total strangers.

There it is!
That's why you came.

Andrew's not a cheater, okay?

And so sue me for
wanting to know

why you would want to spread
such a vicious rumor, okay?

It's not like I
couldn't go around

spreading rumors about you,

what with that side
hustle you got.

Okay, Shelby. Yeah, you got me.

I sell drugs.

You know, I would
have thought you knew,

given that your boyfriend
is one of my best customers.

You're just trying to
get a rise out of me.

Am I?

At school, most
people run in packs.

I mean, that's just
teen-movie bullshit 101.

But for those who go rogue,
well, it ain't all that bad.

If you're rolling
without a crowd,

it means you're not
on anyone's radar.

Being alone means
being invisible...

Which has its advantages.

What's up, Andrew?

Look, it's not like you
didn't know I was coming.

Whatever, just give me my shit.

There you go.

Have fun, kids.

Now, if you run
in a pack of one,

people make all sorts of
assumptions about you.

Andrew, stop!

They think deep down
it bums you out,

that you'd give
anything to fit in,

but maybe the truth is...

I just didn't have
time for that shit.

Look alive, Dad.

You spoil me with all
this fancy stuff, Dottie.

I feel like I need
to eat this one

with my pinkie up in the air.

Hey, check this out.

Montana Monica built
her shelter first.

I bet you a fiver she
wins the whole thing.

Yeah, right.
I'll take that action.

Easy money.

Mateo still here?

Yeah, he's messing
around in the kitchen.

Do not let that boy cook, okay?

He does not know salt from
sugar from his asshole.

You all right?

Yep, aces. I'm fine.

More for the collection.

- Thanks.
- Feel free to peace out.

I can finish up here.

Must've been a good day, then.

I see he got himself
into the chair.

Well, actually, he threw up in
the bed, and I had to strip it.

And I moved him to the
chair in the meantime.

Sorry.

The nausea tablets should help.

Fucking better,
for what it costs.

I thought the VA wasn't
gonna cover these.

Yeah, well, sometimes they
reverse their decision.

Not in my experience, but, okay.

So, I noticed the oxycodone
is going pretty fast.

I thought he wasn't
tolerating it.

Yeah, well, he seems
to have adjusted.

Just...

be careful.

What you're doing...

it's risky.

It's almost six, so time for
you to clock the fuck out.

Keeping the old...
above water...

That shit's not easy.

So you do what you got to do.

Visibility is good.

I can see a lot
deeper than I thought.

Focus on the kick, Nora.

Right.

Do either of you remember
how you got to shore?

No. It's a total blackout.

I pulled you in.

You did?

I mean, we weren't that far out,

but, yeah.

Fuck!

- How's your BFF?
- You mean Martha?

She's over there sleeping
off her pill bender.

That's rich.

No, did you guys
have a domestic?

I don't want to talk about it.

I could be bleeding, right?

My guts spilling out
into the streets,

but if Shelby came
along with a smile

and some fucking muffins,

then Martha would
just walk right by me.

My God.

See, this is why I don't
get tight with girls.

The drama, jealousy, the
petty revenge schemes.

It's so cringey and small.

Martha's getting
taken for a ride.

All Shelby wants to do is
hang out with her long enough

to put "saved a little res
girl" on her college apps.

So, yeah, I'm not
out here being petty.

I'm just trying to
protect my best friend.

Are you an Aries?
- What?

Who the fuck cares? God!

You know, if you
really knew Andrew,

you wouldn't be
questioning his character.

Yeah, he does a lot of
BMX races for charity.

Are we really still on this?

You know, I had high
hopes for you out here.

You know, you came out
swinging the other day

with your whole,
"Let's find water.

Let's be resourceful."

Now, here you are,

getting twisted over some
high-school bullshit.

You missed something

while you were
frickin' lecturing me.

Well it's small.

But if it opens
up on the inside,

you know, it could work.

Hand me your penlight.
I'll take a look.

You sure?

What do you see?

It's hard to say.

It's, like, pitch-black in here.

Wait. Wait, what is that?

What is what?

Wait, so... My God, stop.

Something's got a hold of me.
Something's got a hold of me!

- Help, help, help!
- Got you!

Fuck you!

I got ya, didn't I?

By the way, it's
useless in there.

Doesn't go deeper
than a few feet.

That's not fucking funny.

Hey, if we can't
have a laugh here...

Do you see me fucking laughing?

Jesus Christ, you cunt.

My God, something
just flew in my mouth.

It's called fucking karma.

Jesus, Shelby.

Are you kidding me?
Where the hell are you going?

You know what? Fine.

You want to run off,
you're on your own.

Okay, Shelby?
You're on your fucking own.

Hey, you're getting
heavy, old man.

You need to stop eating, okay?

It's deadweight. It's okay, Dot.

I got this.

No, man, you don't. Come on.

All right, easy. Turn.

- Jesus.
- There you go. Come on.

It's over.
We did it. Hard part's over.

- Jesus Christ, right?
- You had an accident.

- It's nothing.
- It's not nothing.

That is fucking not nothing.

Dad, if you really
think that I care,

then you're an idiot.

I care.

I care that you have
to do this for me.

I want you to get out, please.

If I go, then how are you...

I don't fucking know.
Just get out!

What made you decide
not to go after her?

I don't know.

I guess I just realized
how tired I was.

That's not something I've
been willing to admit

to myself for a while.

Well, of course, you were tired.

A chaotic night, a long hike.

I mean, who wouldn't
be tired after that?

Right. After all that.

Okay, can we officially call it?

Call what?

Our friend Mateo has got
a little thing for you.

Come on, really?
He's here on Christmas Eve.

He brought Mint Milanos.

You're the only person in the
world that eats those things,

and I know this place
smells like a sick bay,

but if you sniff real hard,

I think you're gonna detect
a hint of four-buck cologne.

Respectfully, Dad, fuck off.

You think just 'cause
I've wiped your ass,

you're allowed to get
all up in my business?

Ready for a little Christmas?

Guns N' Roses, 2007.

I made you wear those
industrial lawn mower earmuffs

so you wouldn't
burst your drums.

You looked ridiculous.

That was a different time?

That's when I used
to do shit for you.

Can I confess something to you?

This is actually one
of my favorite songs.

Not very metal of you.

Okay.

My turn.

It's not a puppy.

Okay.

What is it?

I signed you up for this.
It's a retreat.

It's all girls. It's in Hawaii.

There's snorkeling.

There's--there's
swimming, the works.

Right, it's not till the summer,

but I wanted to
give it to you now.

How am I supposed to go away?

Come on. I'm gonna be fine.

I got Mateo here.

- I'm not leaving you.
- No, I need this.

You have to let me
give this to you.

You shouldn't be doing

voluntary overtime
on Christmas Eve.

And you shouldn't be doing
laundry on Christmas Eve.

Thanks.

Fuck!

Paid good money for
a fucking lemon.

Lemon?

What?

No, it's just sometimes
you remind me of my abuelo.

He's always complaining
about appliances.

Yeah, well, I'm glad to
hear my life resembles

that of a 65-year-old man's.

Well, actually, he rides
ATVs on the weekends

and plays in a Los
Super Seven cover band.

Jesus.

Even he has more of
a life than I do.

It's only gonna get worse, Dot.

Thanks for the pep talk.

You know, Merry
Christmas to you, too.

No, I just mean...

you can't take this
on all on your own.

Yeah, well, I don't
have a choice.

He's my dad. I've got this.

Well, maybe you do now
because you're strong.

It's just...

I've seen it happen before,

where someone lives so
hard for someone else,

they forget how to
live for themselves.

There's nothing to even forget.

I mean, I haven't
even really started.

Don't you want to?

I can't.

I can't.

I just can't.

Dot, wait!

Dot! Dot!

- Shelby?
- Dot, help!

Shelby! Shelby!

- Dot! Dot, Dot!
- Shelby, where are you?

Shelby!

Shelby, I'm coming!

It's a snake, it's a snake...

It's a snake, it's a snake...

Don't move.

Stay still, okay?

My God. My God, get it.

Get it, get it, get it!

You piece of fucking
reptile shit.

I was supposed to be
in fucking Hawaii,

the 50th fucking state, at
an aromatherapy massage,

not in this fucking hellscape

trying not to die!

Yeah.

The dam sort of just...

You think you know what you've
got buried down there...

under the surface,
but you don't always.

And sometimes it can
surprise the shit out of you.

That's it.
That's the tail. Fucking A.

But it's so deep.
How do we even get down there?

You two man the raft.

She doesn't like to waste time.

What was down there?

It looked like a whole
kitchen, maybe some, like,

technical supplies and
stuff, I don't know.

But I need one of you guys,
more eyes, more hands.

I-I can--I can go.

No, you're too spent.

I'm not. Rachel, I'm ready.

No, stop, okay? It's good.

I swear, Nora.

I'm not expecting you
to fucking free dive

in open water, okay?

Besides, if you were the
athlete in the family,

what the hell
would that make me?

You ready to bring your A game?

I mean, I'm ready
to bring a game.

I have no idea what kind.

Take the deepest breath
of your fucking life.

Follow my lead, okay?

Ready?

The black box!

The fucking black box.

That's something, right?
That's important?

I mean, yeah, it sends out

a GPS signal with the location.

Come on. Let's go.

Come on.

"Carrie showed up in
her long blue sundress,

which floated around
her like a cloud."

Yes, the book is
an absolute zero,

but listen to what
he wrote next to it.

"Dear Leah, I dreamt
about you last night.

A person only gets a handful

of perfect dreams in one's life.

For me...

this was one."

Juicy, right?

Wow.
He's super in love with her.

And here, he just wrote,
"Shetland ponies forever."

What does that mean?

It's obviously an inside joke.

God, there is nothing
grosser than couples

and their inside jokes.

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

Do you want some solid
relationship advice?

Okay.

There's only three things
that you have to remember...

skip the handy, dry
humping is underrated,

and always carry
a stash of Uqora.

- What Uqora?
- It's for UTIs.

Like, after you
have a lot of sex.

Um, what about
something more basic?

You know, like...

how do I even get
a guy to like me?

That's easy.

You just stop paying
attention to them,

and then they just, like,
appear out of nowhere.

So this guy washed up.
Is he good for anything?

Couldn't get the box.

It's stuck.

- Again!
- I can't.

Yes, you can! Come on!

- I...
- Come on!

- Again, Leah, come on!
- I can't.

- Rachel...
- Again!

Shut up, Nora.
We're going again.

Yes, you can!

No, I really can't do it.

I've seen you dig deep.
You can do it, come on!

Let's go.

Thanks.

Least I could do.

So...

this might not be the best
time to ask for a favor,

but...

could you not tell
anyone about...

my teeth?

Take it to the grave.

Even Andrew doesn't know.

No offense, but you should
probably lighten up about it.

My fucking kingdom for a problem

as big as some dentures.

It's not dentures.

It's just two of my...

Anyway...

In my mind, it feels like...

i-it feels like this
super-thin wall...

...holding back all of this...

...I don't know...

ugliness.

He's cheating, isn't he?

Don't know.

Just gossip, really.

But for what it's worth, I
think you deserve better.

This one time,

we were on a mission
trip to Mexico,

and we were watching
the sunset together,

and because the
light was just right,

the sun made this
beautiful green flash

just before it sunk
below the horizon,

and I was like...

..."Isn't that just

the purest thing you ever saw?"

What'd he say?

"You're so random."

And then tried to stick
his hand up my shirt, so...

You ever seen that?
Green flash at sunset?

Um, no.

I haven't had a whole lot of
time for sunsets and shit.

Your dad.

He's gone, isn't he?

Yeah?

Hey.

Hey.

He was right.

Montana Monica won.

Well, at least you don't have
to pay him the five bucks.

Shit, too dark?

No. Right on the money.

So...

you come over to
make your big move?

Figure I'm sad, vulnerable?

- Dot, I-I wasn't trying to...
- I'm kidding.

You do know how I feel
about you, though.

That hasn't changed.

I have something for you.

Your dad gave this to
me a few weeks ago.

He wanted you to have it.

What is it?

Some contact for some
woman he met with.

Apparently she can
help you with CPS,

maybe sidestep foster care.

Dot, he really wanted you
to get in touch with her.

He actually made me
promise that you would.

I think this is the one.

Echo!

Dentures!

Butthole!

Yeah, see, he doesn't really
read as straight to me.

I mean, look at those abs.

Straight boys don't rock
an eight-pack that hard.

He could also be

a straight gym-rat
fuck boy, you know?

All about his 'Gram channel,

sprays Acqua di
Gio on his balls,

and he will always
leave you on "read."

Marcus here will break
your fucking heart.

Marcus?

Yeah, where did
Marcus come from?

It's a vibe.

I mean, it's kind
of close to my name.

Honestly, I feel the chemistry.

Yeah?

Yeah, Marty, get it.

We are back. Unscathed.

And we found a cave.

So, if rescue doesn't show

in the next couple of hours,
I suggest we get a move on.

Thank God!

I cannot take another night
with wet sand in my crack.

- Who is this?
- That's Marcus.

Toni found him.

I don't have a
ton of experience,

but doesn't that seem
especially large?

Martha likes them hung.

Hey!

Milestone eight, Leonard.

They reached milestone eight

a full two weeks ahead
of my projection.

They're just-- God,
they're so brilliant,

I could scream.

So have you started
playing favorites?

Come on. That's not praxis.

Okay, there is one.

She's shrewd.

She's skeptical, almost
to the point of paranoid.

Even though I'm sure she's

gonna be a major pain in my ass,

I am still drawn to her.

Is she already
raising suspicions?

A few, but you know what
milestone eight entails.

I'm sure it'll kill any doubts.

Gretchen, Leonard,

well, I isn't this
a nice surprise?

How are you two?
Are we celebrating something?

Just decadence.

Look, Gretchen, I
wanted to apologize

for the way things
were handled last fall.

You should know
that the decision

was far from unanimous.

So many of us on the faculty
are still rooting for you.

- Thank you.
- Truly.

That is very kind.

Well, you two enjoy
your cocktail.

- Cold comfort, I imagine.
- More like bullshit.

She cast the tie-breaking
vote against me.

God, I can't wait for
these timid-minded fucks

to see what bold
measures can do.

So what do we do with it?

What are you looking at me for?

I don't know dick about planes.

Two days ago was the first
time I'd ever even been in one.

We should open it.

But it says right
on the thing...

Martha, I know, but if
we were to get inside,

you might find the
actual recording, like...

like, the actual tape of
what happened to us up there.

Don't we kind of already
know what happened?

Do we?

Can somebody tell me,
like, the full account?

From the turbulence to the
moment you woke up here?

Besides, look at how big and
loud the "Do Not Open" is.

Part of me feels
like it's telling us

to do the opposite,
like it's being ironic.

Fuck, no. We're not opening it.

Jesus.

She's intense.

Yeah, you have no idea.

She almost fucking
killed me out there.

Like a total psychopath.

You said there was maybe, like,

a transmitter in here,
beaming out our location?

Yeah, it's called
a beacon, I think.

It's, like, a nautical term?

Okay, but if they
haven't found us yet,

can't we assume that this
beacon thing is busted?

I mean, maybe if we just try...

"Do Not Open"!
What part of that is unclear?

What if we open and break a
completely functional beacon?

That would wipe us
off the grid entirely.

Is that what you want?

'Cause if it's
what you all want,

you're fucking damaged.

There's a bulb
inside, but it's out.

Okay, so that means it's
definitely broken, right?

If someone suggests
opening it one more time,

I swear to God.

What do you think, Dorothy?

Okay, y'all, what we
choose to do right now

should not be in the
hands of just one person.

Okay, not that Dottie
couldn't handle it,

but we shouldn't put that
much responsibility on her.

So how did you resolve it?

That was the first
time we voted.

All those in favor,
raise your hands.

All right, then.

Majority rules.

Holy shit.

Do you think that
means it's working?

I mean, I don't know, but
we have to assume yes.

So it's on?
Now they're gonna to find us?

Yeah, boy! Fuck to the yes!

Wait a second.

I think this is it...

the recording from the flight.

This is November Delta 294.

Are we cleared for departure?

November Delta 294, you are...

294 out of range,
engaging distress signal.

We've gone off course.
Mayday, Mayday, May...

Lost thrust in both engines.

We're off course--

Cabin pressure is gone, Captain.

The girls are unconscious.

We got complete engine failure.

I'm gonna have to put
this down in the water.

Unlatch the exits.

Make sure the girls
have flotation devices.

Copy.

294, Mayday, Mayday, Mayday!

We've lost thrusts
in both engines

and are attempting
a water landing.

Hold on for the attempt. Shit!

Mayday, Mayday, May...

We should've died.

But we didn't.

We're alive.

My mom once told me the
three most stressful things

in life are divorce,

the death of someone
close to you, and moving.

We're stranded in a wasteland.
There's been a death.

And we're moving.

If someone gets a
divorce up in this piece,

we should 100% throw
ourselves in the ocean.

I almost forgot to tell you,

I started reading some
of your man's book.

- T-that's private.
- Private?

It's published.

Yeah, I know, but, there's...

The love notes.

Relax. I only skimmed.

But I had a thought.

So the book is about
this super-pretty,

totally inexperienced
22-year-old girl, right?

I guess.

So that's kind of pervy, no?

I mean, in the
cradle-robbing sense?

Like, between you and the book,

I get the sense this guy
likes recent vintage.

- Fuck off.
- Wha...

Sorry.

It was just a
casual observation.

Figured you already
thought about it.

Watch for it.

It won't disappoint.

Dot?

Hey, Dottie, girl?

- Yeah?
- Come here.

Where's Mateo?

I sent him home.

It's only 3:30.

This is the end
of the tour, Dot.

What are you talking about?

It's a fine spring day.

There's big, white clouds.

God, I would love
to get on my bike

and go down to Cass Lake,
maybe do a little fishing.

Dad, you can't.

Yes, I can.

But I'm gonna need your help.

No.

No, I'm not-- I'm
not doing that.

You're not going
fucking anywhere.

You could have one,
maybe two more years.

Listen, I didn't want to do this

until I knew that you
were gonna be safe.

- No.
- But I've seen to that.

I've seen to it.

This has to be the end.

Please.

Okay.

Hey.

Dorothy Jane Campbell...

I have loved being your daddy.

Okay, I want you
to listen to me.

One day that big,
beautiful world out there

is gonna come calling,

but it's not gonna
happen right away,

and it's not gonna
happen all at once.

You have to answer.

Okay, so let me
get this straight.

You're gonna pay me
to go on this trip,

and you're gonna
keep those narcs

down at Child
Protective Services

off my back, at least
until I turn 18.

What's the catch?

What makes you think
there's a price tag?

'Cause nothing in
this world is free.

I'm not that stupid.

Has it occurred to you, Dot,

that maybe you've already paid?

Maybe this is the universe

finally giving back to
someone who's given so much.

That's a real fun sentiment,

but that's not how
the world works.

So let's just get to it.

What do you want from me?

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